Maria Grazia Cucinotta vs. Anna Kournikova by Ze 4/25/01
Anna now had a final chance to show that she was
strong enough and could fight after a string of one-sided humiliations
at the hands of various lady tennis players. On the other hand
this was Cucinotta's first fight and she wanted to prove she was
as just as tough as she appeared in her movies to win the fans'
respect and get her fight career off to a flying start.

Anna came to the match wearing a white shorts, heels
and boob tube, and she let her long blonde hair flow freely over
her shoulders. Maria appeared in a contrasting black lacy bra
and panties and her long dark hair also fell loosely.

Both girls were very nervous, Anna, afraid of being
given another thrashing and Maria because she'd never fought before
and was unsure what to expect. They both moved nervously and silently
as they waited in the ring for the fight to begin. In fact, Anna
need not have worried. Maria had been carefully chosen as the
vehicle to restart Anna's devastated fight career. She'd been
fighting fellow tennis players but never won a fight. Indeed,
several times Anna had been utterly destroyed by girls who proved
themselves stronger both mentally and physically.

In a fight against Amelie Mauresmo, Anna experienced
the ultimate humiliation of being brought to an unwilling and
submissive orgasm by her totally dominant conqueror. Amelie was Anna's third opponent and she suffered
a brief but brutal destruction. Amelie seemed to revel in her
ability to hurt and humiliate her opponent and Anna was conscious
during the fight of an unusual intensity in Amelie's assault on
her. She knew that Amelie was a lesbian but it had never occurred
to her that she might become a target, but in the ring she felt
that the way Amelie's handled and crushed her had an element of
sexual dominance that she hadn't experienced before.

After the fight Anna was sitting in her dressing
room after showering, wrapped in a large white towel, trying to
come to terms with her emotional disarray that had been caused
by the worst physical beating she had ever suffered combined with
the sense that she had been the object of a sexual game with a
dominant lesbian, when Amelie knocked and entered. She had also
showered and was wearing a white bathrobe. She was kind and gentle,
sitting next to Anna on the couch to express the hope that Anna
was not badly hurt, and suggesting that she had put up a good
fight (which Anna knew was not true).

She had put a comforting arm around Anna's shoulder,
and a hand on her knee. At that point Anna began to wonder what
was going to happen, but Amelie continued to talk kindly, suggesting
that Anna might get a rematch, and that Amelie had thought she
was quite strong. But then Amelie's hand began to stroke higher
and higher up Anna's thigh. She kissed Anna on the cheek, but
then turned Anna's face to hers and embraced her lips strongly.
Anna struggled to get away but Amelie crushed her back onto the
couch and forced her way between Anna's powerless thighs. Anna
resisted frantically but she was no match for Amelie.

Her towel seemed to offer some resistance to Amelie
but not for long, and then Amelie knelt over Anna to remove her
bathrobe. The sight of Amelie's naked body poised over her broke
Anna's spirit. She knew she could not prevent what was going to
happen, and instead wept and pleaded for Amelie to leave her.
As Amelie came down on top of her Anna felt her hard, erect clit
press into her. Amelie was in no hurry and gently caressed Anna's
subservient breasts and stroked her surrendering, unresisting
arms and stirred her defenseless womanhood.

Soon, Anna began to grow faint as her sexuality was
forced from her. Amelie had completely mastered her now and let
her spasming body rest and recover from time to time so as to
extend her own pleasure, and only when she too was ready did she
tip Anna over the edge of orgasm and ride her bucking torso to
her own satisfaction.

In another match, Anna's climax had been brought
about by her own overwhelming sense of powerlessness and physical
inadequacy combined with the gentleness and care taken with her
defenseless body by her opponent. Anna had been overwhelmed with
gratitude and a strange feeling of being protected and cared for
that she couldn't stop her body from expressing itself in its
deepest, most intimate way.

The second occasion, against Venus Williams, had
been very different than the first. Venus had no desire to hurt
or humiliate Anna. She enjoyed fighting as a test of physical
strength and agility. She never fought dirty or employed any tactic
that might hurt an opponent, such as scratching, biting or attacking
another girl's womanhood. She just liked to wrestle and test her
strength. The first two or three minutes of the fight were
competitive, but after that Venus had established in her own mind
that she had complete control of Anna and that she could not be
hurt by Anna. After that the fight became more of a practice session.
Looking back at the tape it is easy to see that Venus was allowing
Anna good positions as a test for herself to see if she could
turn the tables. It was clear that both girls were enjoying the
competition, as Venus repeatedly turned the tables on her weaker
rival. For Anna it was a new experience. She enjoyed her moments
of success, which at first she did not realize that Venus was
giving to her. At first, as Venus exerted herself and turned the
tables on her, she grew afraid that Venus would hurt her as her
previous opponents had done.

But Venus only overpowered her and re-established
her dominance before allowing Anna to find a way out. Anna had
never been so gently dominated before, and she was grateful to
Venus for it. She enjoyed the playfulness of the fight and no
longer feared Venus harming her. She celebrated her moments of
ascendancy, and marveled at Venus' strength and power as she threw
her, pinned her, held her and controlled her. She felt strangely
safe and protected as Venus gently held, twisted, strained and
out muscled her, knowing that Venus would not harm her.

The fight continued for some while until Venus realized
that it was time to finish it. She put Anna in a full nelson and
then lifted her slightly off the ground and walked around the
ring to show the crowd the loser. As she did so Anna's legs dangled
helplessly, and her buttocks gently pushed up between Venus's
legs. Then Venus crushed Anna gently down so that the blonde Russian
was forced face down onto the mat.

Venus reversed her own position to put Anna in a
Boston Crab, which she exerted enough to make Anna cry out once.
Then she dropped Anna and flipped her onto her back, and as her
legs fell apart Venus knelt between them for the finish. She knelt
up as high as she could, and then, keeping her muscular body as
straight as a falling ladder, toppled onto Anna, arms stretched
above her head, in a kind of body splash which ended with Venus
sprawled over her blonde opponent. The last few moves had happened
so quickly and Anna had felt like a toy in Venus's hands.

She'd never been so completely dominated - or so
gently destroyed - and she loved Venus for it. She was so grateful
and so impressed with Venus's magnificent strong body. When she
felt Venus come down on top of her she felt herself overwhelmed
with the desire to submit herself to her, and in that moment her
crushed body began to quiver and buck under Venus.

Venus was not aware at first, and was only emphasizing
her victory by pressing herself down on the blonde but when she
felt Anna bucking under her, and realized that Anna was now clinging
to her with her arms and had wrapped her legs around her hips,
she knew something was wrong. She quickly removed Anna from her
and stood up and looked down at Anna, moaning and bucking on the
mat, with a shocked, uncomprehending gaze. She had never seen
a woman orgasm before, but from her own few experience she knew
that was what was happening. She stood back, shocked while ring
officials entered. At first, they thought that Anna was having
some sort of a fit brought on by physical exhaustion and the doctor
quickly entered the ring. He immediately realized what was happening,
as had some of the crowd. He called for a blanket and a stretcher
and Anna was rushed to her dressing room to recover. Most of the
crowd went home thinking that Anna had just suffered the effects
of a severe beating. Only those at ringside were aware of the
truth.

Anna's best fight by far, had been against Martina
Hingis, and she had almost won it. But Martina had come back strongly
at her and finally overpowered her as Anna's strength wilted alarmingly
towards the end (Martina herself has admitted she's one of the
weakest girls on the tennis circuit; that many girls cause her
problems because of their superior strength and power.)

Several times in the past, opponents had been suggested
to Anna from among models and actresses, but she refused to take
on any of these less physically developed girls who, as a professional
sports woman, she looked down at as being physically inferior.

Anna was proud of being a sportswoman and was determined
that she could and would compete with them, but her last fight,
against Eliana Dementiava, her younger fellow compatriot had been
the final disaster. She had only agreed to the fight reluctantly,
feeling that the teenager was not a worthy opponent for her, but
in the event the fight had been short, with Anna being quickly
stripped and crushed. Even worse, after the fight Eliana had come
to her dressing room to complete what she had begun, and Anna,
without a referee to protect her had suffered a severe beating.
It had finished with Anna lying naked on her dressing room floor
with Eliana's foot on her throat and a promise by Anna, gasped
out between tears and exhaustion, never to beat Eliana in a tennis
match.

After that, Anna had grudgingly agreed to fight an
actress or model next to regain her confidence, but only on the
condition that if she won it would lead her back into the more
competitive fighting with her fellow sports women, where she felt
she belonged. So the search had begun for a suitable opponent.
Anna had made it very clear that she would not lower herself to
fight any of the well-known 'soft touches' of the actress and
model fight scene, but on the other hand it was important that
Anna should not get another beating. That would signal the end
for her. And so finally Maria Cucinotta was chosen. She was the
perfect opponent, never having fought before, but wanting to start,
tallish, and with something of a tough image from the movies.
On the other hand she was slender and lacked the muscle and strength
of Anna's opponents to date. Anna was shown some of those movies
and finally agreed to the fight

When the fight began, they immediately interlaced
their hands for a test of strength. Maria managed to push Anna
back in the first seconds, and for a moment it seemed that Anna's
fighting career was heading for a final, humiliating end. Maria
smiled confidently as she felt the blonde struggle to resist her.
But Anna knew she dared not loose to this beautiful, delicate
actress. Her pride drove her on and the confidence on Maria's
face disappeared as Anna held her and then forced her back.

Anna
forced her hands to conquer as strongly as she knew how, but Maria
resisted. And then suddenly, Anna's strength was just too much
for the novice actress. Her wrists snapped back and she cried
in pain as her arms split apart so as not to have her wrists broken.

Anna pulled Maria to her and slammed her right knee
into Maria's belly.

The Italian seemed to break in two and collapsed
to her knees in disarray, and Anna slammed her knee into her face.
Maria was dazed and Anna went behind her and forced her to her
feet by her hair. Maria screamed in pain, but screamed louder
when Anna slammed her face against the ring post. Maria put her
hands on the ropes as she tried to support herself on treacherous
legs. Anna took advantage of Maria's distress hiking Maria's panties
from behind before bringing her fist up between Maria's already
trembling legs, again from behind. The blow stunned Maria and
her legs turned to jelly.

As they subsided under her she lashed out wildly
and desperately at Anna, but Anna seized Maria's flailing arm
and bent it up behind her back. Maria screamed in pain, her legs
desperate to collapse and her tortured arm desperate that they
should not. For the first time in a fight Anna felt in control.
She like it and her excitement grew as she felt her opponent rapidly
wilting under the effects of her power.

While maintaining her hold with her left hand on
Maria's arm, Anna's right went again to Maria's panties, this
time violently ripping them down from the brunettes hips. Maria
tried to stop it but before her free hand could move her panties
were already lying around her ankles. The brunette panicked, frantically
trying to cover herself with her hand, but Anna roughly pulled
it away and punched Maria's crotch. Maria's rapidly weakening
legs again began to collapse.

She stumbled backwards into Anna, as her long slender
thighs trembled violently and Anna continued her attack her between
her legs. Anna's lifted Maria by the crotch, surprised at how
light she was, putting a tremendous pressure on Maria's trapped
arm. Anna knew that Maria's actress body was much less substantial
than any of the tennis girls she had fought. After some seconds,
Anna allowed Maria's feet to touch the ground, but then she lifted
her again for another long moment. When Anna finally put Maria
down, the brunette was squealing for help and mercy.

Anna let Maria go. Maria stumbled away from her,
distressed. She stood unsteadily for a moment in the center of
the ring, weeping and tremulous, her long legs uncertain where
to go or how to support their mistress. And so, caught in indecision
they buckled, dropping the devastated brunette to the canvas.
Helpless, Maria Cucinotta tried to get to her feet, while Anna
stood watching the pathetic struggling of her swiftly defeated
opponent. Maria got unsteadily to her knees. Anna allowed her
to struggle to her feet, where she stood precariously, tottering
on shaky thin legs. Anna walked towards Maria, and as she did
so Maria raised her hands in a mixture of defense and submission.
She begged Anna not to touch her. As Anna reached out to her Maria
again fell to the floor.

Anna grabbed the terrified Sicilian by the hair.
She was enjoying her dominance. She had never felt so strong,
so powerful, so dominant. It was sheer ecstasy to feel Maria totally
under her power, so helpless and subdued, so unable to resist.
She pulled Maria to her feet, twisted her right arm up behind
her back again and wrapped her free arm around Maria's neck. Then
she paraded the shattered actress around the room, displaying
her to the crowd. The crowd roared its approval, and Anna's excitement
hit new heights.

"What shall I do with her?" she called
out, and held up a thumb before turning in down, asking whether
the crowd wanted mercy or destruction.

"Take her, take her, take her, take her,"
roared the crowd

Making sure that Maria's right arm was pushed firmly
and painfully up behind her back Anna used her free hand to remove
Maria's black lacy bra. She carefully undid the clasp and sensuously
swept her hand over Maria's delicate shoulders, brushing the straps
off and down her arms. She smiled at the crowd, who cheered wildly.
Seeing that the crowd were enjoying this Anna let her hand sweep
over Maria's soft breasts, finally brushing the bra away and exposing
them. The roar of the crowd reached a new level of intensity.

"Take her, take her, take her, take her,"
they roared again.

Anna gave the crowd what they wanted, caressing Maria's
firm, tanned breasts and feigning sexual arousal herself. Her
hands wandered all over Maria's breasts, shoulders and stomach.
Maria struggled and wept, humiliated, but she could not prevent
it. Anna was all-powerful and Maria was forced to endure her domination.
Finally Anna's hand slid down to Maria's pussy and a long slim
finger entered her. Maria was caught by surprise as Anna's finger
entered her. She cried out with a shocked gasp, and her knees
once again buckled beneath her and her agonized right arm burnt
again with shocking pain. The crowd roared as they saw Maria wilt.
Anna's finger caressed Maria who panted in a mixture of humiliation,
exhaustion and arousal.

"Please. No!" she whispered, but Anna was
deaf to her pleas.

Anna herself had been overwhelmed in the same way
and her conquerors had never shown her any mercy. She was enjoying
her authority and wanted it rewarded.

Anna was now in such control that she no longer needed
Maria's right arm to maintain it. She let it go so that she could
more effectively attack her subsiding opponent. She had one hand
inside Maria's now pulsating womanhood, while the other massaged
and caressed Maria's increasingly responsive breasts. It wandered
freely over Maria as the crowd roared ecstatically and Maria's
total destruction loomed. Maria struggled occasionally to escape,
but whenever she did Anna wrapped a firm, restraining arm around
her waist.

Gradually Maria's senses were overwhelmed. Every
muscle ached with the exhaustion of being physically overpowered;
her whole body screamed for relief from the assault that Anna
was making on its ability to control itself. Maria's panting became
faster and more desperate. She threw her head back onto Anna's
shoulder, seeking respite. As she felt Maria grow weaker and weaker
and increasingly desperate, Anna again began to parade the brunette
around the ring for the whole crowd to enjoy. Now it was necessary
to lift Maria, as her legs were now completely beyond her own
control.

Anna knew that it was time to finish this. She released
Maria and threw her roughly to the ground. She placed a foot on
her heaving chest and looked up at the crowd and flexed her biceps
and posed like a bodybuilder. Her slender muscles were never going
to impress, but she made a beautiful picture of dominant female
beauty, and in the mean time the referee counted Maria out.

Anna reveled in the crowd's cheers as the chant of
,"Take her, take her, take her, take her" filled the
auditorium again.

Anna pulled the devastated brunette to her feet and
marched her to ropes and threw her over. She climbed over herself
and jumped down beside Maria. She dragged Maria to her feet by
her hair, bent over and let the brunette fall draped across her
shoulders, then picked her up. Her legs struggled with the extra
weight and she needed the help of crowd member who supported her
while she steadied herself, but then she walked unaided, albeit
on erratic and wavering legs, out of the arena carrying her victim.
After entering the dressing room, she locked the door and there
she erased the memories of her own humiliations by pursuing her
own humiliation of the exquisite Maria Grazia.

And so Anna Kournikova won her right to a rematch
with Martina Hingis and a final chance to make progress against
her fellow tennis stars. Maria was left to restart her career
with a less ambitious fight and to consider the foolishness of
a slightly built actress presuming to take on a professional sportswoman,
however helpless she had seemed against her own kind.